Jerry Jones is the King of Chump Ass Bitches. He's a behemoth of sport as industry, an architect of dreams manifested as $1 billion stadia, a Champion of the National (No) Football (Fun) League (League). This guy shits uranium and pisses refined oil. He has to do better than this.

There's a point in every man's life, at least those men for whom the world is a playground and the rest of us are human foam wood chips assembled to break their inevitable fall, when they are faced with the opportunity to account for their misdeeds; to cop to the absurdity of their existence, even if just in passing; even if just to recognize that they are governed by a set of rules undeniably separate from those rules that govern the wood chips.

Jerry Jones hung out with some strippers and now there are pictures and now we're gawking and civil decency suggests a mea culpa or some sort of humble two step when confronted with scandal-via-jpeg. Though, in a world reflective of the kind of pedestal on which a Big Dick like Jer Jer resides, the amount of shits that he should reasonably give follows an asymptote, steadily approaching zero as each dollar is collected and sewn into the pockets of his highly priced suits. For once, I want our Barons of Unfathomable Industry to take their place as straight-talking cowboys who fear not the trivialities of common men; who scoff at the idea that they should not be groping strippers in the lens of a camera phone.

Tacking in an entirely different direction, Jerry neither admits wrongdoing nor admits anything at all, instead telling us with a face as straight as his wrinkles will permit ... that these pictures are a misrepresentation ... of his hands on some titties ... and a woman treating his crotch as a body pillow.

What a disappointment.

It's bad enough that you live in a world that the rest of us will never have access to, and that your plane of existence keeps you in a place untouched by real consequences, but the least you can do is not be such a massive pussy about it. The least you can do is not pretend that you actually need to lie to us about your affinity, if even just for a night, for the joys of stripper grab ass.

So, Jer Jer, next time please take the opportunity to admit what the rest of us know for sure: that you can get down with attractive ladies-for-hire and still own one of the premier franchises in a sport built on blood lust and sketchy medicine, not to mention values, and do it all while filling another cave with your surf-able mountains of gold coins. Hiding from that just embarrasses all of us.

Also, fuck your fucking football team and all of your fucking players and go straight to hell forever.

This is going to be a short one. My mind has been elsewhere, and in all honesty, the idea of football and all organized sports has been totally put on the back burner this week (although I did watch both Sabres games).

Last week's loss to the Jets sucked. That's all I can muster. If you want more, check out my recap, or head over to Buffalo Wins to hear Joe and I talk about it on his podcast.

On to the week 10 preview against Big D, or as some assholes would have you believe, "America's team". Really? America's team? FUCK. THAT. NOISE. The Dallas Cowboys are one of the most hated franchises in all of sports. How the hell could anyone ever say they are the team that represents the U.S.?

Then again, the team, much like the Jets, has spent the last 20 years employing d-bags like Jimmie Johnson, Tony Romo, Troy Aikman, Michael Irvin, and because he went to Alabama, I assume Felix Jones. Therefore, since I think as a nation we are mostly d-bags, maybe they ARE America's team. Yup, profound generalizations about an entire nation and organization. Everyone else is doing it this week, so I figured I'd jump in.

As the Yachtsman told me on Tuesday night, if the Bills win this game, they will prove they are the real deal, but if they get trounced, it's lights out (Merriman reference!). Seems pretty simple, but I tend to agree. Last week displayed how Buffalo can still be easily out-played and out-coached. As much as the Cincy and Giants losses hurt, this one was the first devastating loss of the year. It was the first time the Bills looked like the team we all thought we would see this year. They have to respond. They have to mimic the Jets and Giants, two teams that have looked to be in deep trouble this year, but then turned it around with some big, impressive wins. The Bills need this in order to prove to themselves that they are a team capable of a playoff run, and to prove to us that this is not the same old Buffalo Bills.

But the Cowboys need this too. At 4 - 4, they desperately need to jump back into the division/wild card hunt. Their loss to the Eagles was an embarrassment, and the Giants have bounced back to become a major contender in the NFC. We are dealing with two teams that are out to prove something. And as Mr. Lebowski told the Dude, the bums will always lose. Let's see which team plays the role of "the bums" this week, and which one plays the role of Lebowski's Little Urban Achievers. Wait, was that racist? Ah fuck it, I can't tell anymore.

With that being said, I look forward to enjoying this week's game with the Scizette's family in Jersey; Giants fans who HATE the Cowboys. Always fun when fans of two teams can get together and share their hate for another sports franchise altogether. This is how family bonds are made. That, and heavy consumption of stuffing and whiskey on Thanksgiving. More on that another day.

Not sure what this has to do with anything, but how could I not post it?

A few more thoughts before I wrap this up:

-The Bills lost Kyle Williams for good this week, so that sucks. It's your D now Mr. Dareus, time to step up.

-Buffalo also lost Mr. Consistency (most of the time?), Rian Lindell, and signed kicker Dave Rayner, who coincidentally, served me at Boson Market last Wednesday afternoon!

-The offensive line still looked solid last week. I expect nothing less in week 10, especially with Levitre and Hairston totally healthy. I never expected to ever type that last sentence.

-Stop throwing deep to Donald Jones. You have Stevie Johnson, and two enormous targets in David Nelson and Scott Chandler. I love DoJo, but the guy is way to small to be the deep threat that Fitz hopes he is.

-Demarco Murray is the real deal. There is a chance this kid could go nuts on the Defense. Then again, there is a chance that Lee Smith has a breakout game and catches four touchdowns. I'm an idiot.

-I just deleted a whole paragraph making disparaging remarks about a certain moron who writes for the Buffalo News. Take your pick. I'm going to save that expose for another day.

-Jerry Jones is a fucking asshole. Seriously, how could anyone like a billionaire owner who overspends for ridiculous things and causes the fans to put the franchise up on a pedestal wait a minute forget I ever said anything moving on.

With that, I'd normally say follow me on twitter, but due to the stupidity of humans, and my own mental health, I am taking a sabbatical from the tweet machine. Follow the Deeg though, those guys are alright.